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Today’s FREE book is The Beautician and the Billionaire Episodes 1-4!

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Charisse withdrew her shaking hand, making a fist in the hopes he wouldn’t see it. She’d been prepared for his cold business mask—the one she was sure he used when taking over companies. Instead he’d arrived with sincerity and honesty. She’d almost leaned in and kissed him when he told her why he’d been such a rat bastard after the shampoo yesterday.

She should’ve kept her restraint instead of practically offering to undress him. Jeez Louise, she was getting in way over her head.
He watched her as he slowly slid his tie out from beneath his collar and undid the top buttons of his shirt. To keep herself from undoing the rest, she turned away and pulled out a towel from a shelf behind the sink.

Steady girl. You’re not ready for a relationship, especially with a tycoon like Conor Grishin.

But the words in her mind echoed hollowly throughout her head as she concentrated more on the way his body eased into the chair. Fantastic butt and broad shoulders just as she liked them. She tucked the towel around his collar and pressed on his shoulders to indicate he should lean back. She didn’t speak for fear her voice would shake like her hands.

But he understood and leaned back with his eyes closed. She drew her hands away slowly as he’d done when he touched her arm early. Turning on the water, she sprayed it over her hands until it was hotter than she’d had it get yesterday. She guessed by the way he drank his coffee fast while it was scalding, he wouldn’t want the water lukewarm.

The water cascaded over his head. “Is that too hot?”

“Not at all,” he said. His voice already sounded drowsy. He must not take much down time. She combed her fingers through his hair and raised the bottom of his head up to make sure the back got wet too. When she began massaging the shampoo into his head, she relaxed the muscles in her arms and allowed her connection to him to guide her fingertips.

He exhaled a long breath. His face appeared serene. The Mozart music made her recall her fantasy of walking through the gardens of Versailles. But France was so far away. They should start with dinner. No, he’d just asked her to shampoo his hair, not go on a date.
Her gaze trailed down his chest, broad like his shoulders, over his slim torso and right to a large bulge in his pants.

Her hands froze for just one moment. Then she drew back and turned the water on. So maybe dinner was an option. Or maybe he was hoping to get down and dirty at the sink. She stifled a nervous giggle. He was probably just hoping she hadn’t noticed. But how could she not? He was huge.

It was good to be a woman. Her panties had been wet since he’d touched her arm at the couch, but she wasn’t advertising it.

After she finished rinsing his hair, she took out a fresh towel and dried his hair, sneaking peeks at his lap—still bold and big. Her face burned with embarrassment or desire, she wasn’t sure which. She dropped the towel into the sink and styled his hair with her fingertips. She should just tell him she could style his hair at her chair. And ignore what was going on in his pants.
He still had his eyes closed and appeared at peace. He hadn’t fallen asleep again had he?

She stepped to his side and put her hand on his shoulder. “Conor?”
He gave a sigh, but didn’t open his eyes and didn’t say anything. She tugged at the towel around his neck. He finally lifted his head up and opened his eyes.

“I thought you’d fallen asleep again,” she said with a smile as she removed the towel around his neck and also dropped it into the sink.

His hand caught hers and his other hand wrapped around her waist. A second later, she was sitting on his lap with her legs hanging over the armrest of his chair. Her whole body tingled. She blocked off her rational mind telling her she wasn’t ready for any sort of intimacy and allowed the emotions and lust to flow freely.

He searched her face and gazed at her lips before pressing his own gently against hers.

Be sure to buy Episodes 5-9 to go with it!

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Shifting Into Love First Gear: Meeting c

Chase had shaken Lana. She rolled his name through her mind making sure that was the right name. Yeah, Chase. The drink had made him happy like it was supposed to, so everything was right. This freaking night. She reached out to Harrigan. Hope. Hope? What hope? No answer.

Fine. She had one more table that needed drinks, and then she was shooting pool. With Chase. And then they’d go upstairs, and she’d get lost in the physical. No more tugs at her soul. No more anomalies. No more motorcycles. She didn’t even know why she still thought about the biker, but she was done.

Lana took to the pool table with a wink and a smile at Chase. He welcomed her by beating his opponent and racking the balls.

“You know how to charm a woman,” she said, grinning at him from the opposite side of the table.

“Why do you always play her?” asked one of his friends. “You know you’re gonna lose.”

“He’s hoping maybe this time he’ll get lucky,” chimed another friend.

“This time he might,” said Lana, leaning across the table for the break, hoping she’d unbuttoned her blouse enough to show a little cleavage.

He blushed. He freaking blushed like he went to church every Sunday and had never been with a woman before. His sweetness sparked a fire in Lana. She took a moment to refocus her attention to the cue ball. She couldn’t actually get attached to him. She’d be gone in the morning if not sooner.

She drew the cue back, shot it forward and broke the balls apart with a crack. At that moment a motorcycle roared into the parking lot. Her thoughts fragmented into tiny shards. A rift ran down her spine.

Harrigan broke from her.

Too dizzy to stand up on her own, she pulled herself up with her cue and clutched the edge of the table. Harrigan couldn’t leave her. Their souls were intermingled. She couldn’t conceive of living without him. As the shock of the moment faded, she realized Harrigan was still with her. He’d separated but only partially.

Chase whistled, seemingly oblivious to her state of confusion. But the whistle stilled her dizziness.

“Nice break,” he said.

She stared at the table. Miraculously, she’d sunk two balls. Glad he hadn’t noticed her sway, she gripped the cue harder and leaned down again. Outside, a motorcycle engine pulsed its sound into the bar in time with the country music. It entered her spine in the space the bar had left. A vision of the black-visored rider slid through her mind. No. It couldn’t be the same man.

Lana straightened her back without taking a shot. The bar was her home; her better half; her only love. She had no use for motorcycle riders.

“Everything okay?” asked Chase at her side.

The sound of the engine stopped. Hopefully it’d vanished like before. And there was no way it was the same motorcyclist. She’d seen him in the middle of the city. From a glimpse through a window it appeared she was now in the middle of nowhere.

“Yeah, sorry. I’ll need to get back to work soon.”

She leaned down to take her shot and try to woo Harrigan to complete her again—she knew the bar enjoyed it when her opponent never even got a turn. But right as the cue slid between her fingers, the door swung open. In stepped a man with mussed brown hair and a scratched leather jacket. His stubble was shaggy; he probably hadn’t shaved for a few days. His umber eyes scanned the room like he was looking for someone. His gaze met hers, and her cue grazed over the white ball with a sound that made Chase cringe. But her ears were too filled with her own heartbeat to notice.

Shifting Into Love First Gear: Meeting b

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And now on with the story…

Chase had watched Lana patiently as she served her customers. The sway of her hips was hypnotizing, and her jeans hugged long, muscular legs. Despite being distracted by her body, he realized after about the third table that she never took anyone’s order. And the customers never argued with what they got. Continue reading

Free Shifting Into Love First Gear!

Hey! It seems really hard to get reviews at All Romance, so I’d like to sweeten the prospect a bit. For the first five people who email me, I’ll send you a gift card from All Romance for Shifting Into Love First Gear in exchange for an honest review on the All Romance site.

Here are the instructions:

  1. Email me at evelynaster@aol.com asking for a gift card for Shifting Into Love from All Romance.
  2. I’ll email you the gift card soon if you’re one of the first five people. When you get the gift card you’ll have to register for an account on All Romance so that you can download the book and write a review.
  3. Download the book: pdf, Kindle or epub (Nook). Read. Enjoy.
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That’s it! If this is the first time you’ve heard about Shifting Into Love, it’s a romance with fantasy elements. Think of the movie L.A Story–it has a talking road sign, but it’s still a romance. Here’s the synopsis:

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Lana lives in a bar that shifts from town to town with a magic she never questions. It never goes to the same place twice; she never sees the same man twice. When she notices Chase, a muscular cowboy with sea blue eyes, she’s more than ready for a tumble in the upstairs room…until Jones walks in.

Jones shifts through the world on a Triumph motorcycle that might take him to the east coast and seconds later take him to the west coast. He cruises by a bar in New York city and spies a woman through the window who flips his heart. When the bar disappears, his bike carries him to the heartland and the same bar from New York City. Inside he meets Lana, the woman he must be fated for. But she seems to have her eye on someone else…

Shifting Into Love First Gear: Meeting

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Lana sighed as she glanced around. The pool bar was her home setting—the place she could most be herself. She walked to the bar in the back with a mirror running behind it. The tight jeans rubbed comfort into her long legs, giving her hips a bit of a sway. She needed a shot of whiskey before she got back to work; she needed it to take away the lingering unease from the moment before. She grabbed a bottle of her best whiskey and a shot glass from under the bar. The liquid fired down her throat. Continue reading

The Real Neat Blogger Award

Happy Fourth! To celebrate, my latest release Shifting Into Love is only $0.50 at All Romance. I feel it’s this close to being a best seller there. Please go buy it! Remember, I’m NOT posting the whole story on my blog.

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I received the Real Neat Blogger Award! It’s my first blog award ever, so I’m very happy.

The Rules:

    • Thank and link the blogger that nominated you.
    • Answer the 7 questions that the nomination has provided you.
    • Create 7 questions for your nominees.
    • Nominate 7 other bloggers.
    • Bend said rules

Thank you to Susan Voss at Dab of Darkness for nominating me! I’m a private person so answering these questions was hard. I hope you enjoy them.

If you could be an extra on a period piece (Outlander, Spartacus, etc.) what would it be and what would you be doing? I’d like to be on The Black Adder series as a maid who had some sort of running gag throughout all of the time periods the series covers. I’m not picky about the running gag…a one liner, tripping or some other physical comedy ant an important moment, and then I disappear 🙂

What makes you cringe? When I’m reading a book and the same word is typed wrong over and over. I’m currently reading a popular indie author and she refuses to capitalize Scotch when referring to Scotch whiskey.

What’s the most interesting gross fact you know? I try to avoid gross stuff so my fact is pretty boring: Flies frequently vomit when they land.

It’s time for you to host the book club. Who do you invite (living, dead, fictional, real)? And what 3 books will you be discussing? Living: My editor, my publicist and Holly Jennings. Dead: Dauphne du Maurier, Margaret Mitchell, Arthur C. Clarke. Three books: Arena by Holly Jennings, Twilight by Stephanie Meyers and Masked Hearts by me. I know Holly Jennings through the internet and think it would be really cool to discuss Arena with her. Having Arthur C. Clarke there would be interesting to hear his thoughts not only on her book, but also on where the genre of science fiction is going. Daphne du Maurier is one of my favorite authors. I would love to have a discussion with her about style. It would be really interesting to listen to du Maurier and Mitchell talk about Twilight —what’s derivative of their own works, what’s interesting, what do they like about, the plotting and what doesn’t work at all. And then how could I resist hearing opinions about my own book 🙂

If you had to choose someone to rescue you from the jaws of certain death would it be a superhero, supernatural creature, or a space alien? It would be a dragon who could shape shift into a person. I’m quite fond of dragons 🙂

If you could, what book/movie/TV series would you like to experience for the first time all over again and why? I wish I could read again without my writer filter being on. When I read now, I’m looking for style, plotting, character growth, etc. I get easily annoyed with authors I think aren’t working hard enough on their craft. I wish I could just sit back and let it go.

If everyone came with warning labels, what would yours say? I’m not upset; I’m just thinking about a story.” I must frown when I’m in deep thought because I often get asked “Are you okay?” when I’m trying to plot out a story. I also stare off into space which is not as socially acceptable as staring at a computer screen or piece of paper so I think it’s disconcerting.

My nominations: Holly Jennings, Stacey is Sassy, Romance Novels for the Beach, Inspector Gorgeous, All Romance Reads, Lynn Thayler, Love Serially.

My questions:

What coffee/espresso drink best describes you?

If you were getting ready for a hot date and ran out of time, would you focus more on hair or nails?

Who’s your favorite book boyfriend?

Who’s your favorite hero type: billionaire, cop, cowboy, dragon, elf…etc?

What book do you love that everyone hates or what book do you hate that everyone loves?

Are you excited about the Gilmore Girls reunion or are you more like “Gilmore who?”

Share your favorite recipe.

Thanks again Susan for the shout out!

 

 

Veteran Romances

I hope my readers in the states are looking forward to a long weekend! It’s overcast here in Albuquerque, which I love, and I’m sipping some iced coffee with toffee nut at Michael Thomas Coffee Roasters. It’s the first Friday of the month, and I’m very tempted to head over for Fractal Fridays at the New Mexico Museum of Natural History as featured in Veteran Hearts. Do you think I’d meet someone like Kyle?

If you’re looking to celebrate Independence Day by reading some hot veteran romances, please read mine: Veteran Hearts and Thankful Hearts.

For something short with several sex scenes, please read Veteran Hearts:

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Excerpt:

To her surprise, he turned off the truck and killed the lights. Maybe he was coming in after all. He turned sideways to look at her and said, “I’d love to come in, but that might be too fast for me. I know in the book we read they hit the bed after the first hello, but even after two months of knowing you, it’s hard for me to get closer.”

He had his hand on the console between them, and she placed hers on top. “You could just come in for dinner. I swear I won’t molest you.”

His gaze softened though it was hard to see in the shadows. “Maybe I’ll just walk you up to the door, old fashioned like.”

“I’d like that.”

She withdrew her hand, sorry he wouldn’t be staying but still feeling like they’d taken a big step in their relationship. When she stepped out of the truck, he was already out and around, ready to take her hand as she stepped down. Her soul thrilled when he laced his fingers between hers after he closed the door.

She opened the tall wooden gate and smiled at the gurgling of the fountain in the corner of her patio. She’d have to turn it off soon before the first freeze, but she was glad it was on tonight.

“Nice courtyard,” he said as he entered.

She shut the gate, cutting off the view of the rest of the neighborhood. She’d forgotten to turn the porch light on when she left, which allowed the moonlight to cast a romantic glow.

When they arrived at the door, she turned and faced him, not knowing if he wanted to stay and talk or if he’d leave right away. She had a wrought-iron bench over to the side by the fountain and a table with two chairs on the other side. It’d be more comfortable inside.

She realized he was staring at her with a mix of affection and regret on his face. It made her want to stand on her toes to kiss him, but she was sure she’d scare him away if she tried that.
Much to her astonishment, he slipped his hand beneath the hair on the back of her neck, leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

Heaven.

Goosebumps erupted all over her body. She’d imagined the first kiss so many times that she couldn’t believe it was better than all her scenarios.

He pulled back just enough to speak. “I’m sorry I’m so crazy. I really like you, and it scares the shit out of me—not the liking part but the possibility of losing you in the future. I lost a lot of friends at war.”

It was weird to feel relief at his statement, but at least now she knew what was wrong. Before it’d been a vague generalization of being a veteran. Now she knew something of the cause.

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Or if you’d like a full novel with an involved plot and several sex scenes, please read Thankful Hearts:

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Excerpt:

She broke the silence and asked, “Did you miss home while you were away, or did you try not to think about it?”

He looked at her profile as she stared out at the city. It was probably an innocent question to her, but it brought up all of his theories and fears about PTSD that he hadn’t talked to anyone about. He wasn’t planning on talking about it ever, but his words betrayed him.

“I thought about home every damn day. I wanted to keep in mind what I was fighting for to distance myself from the violence I was a part of. Soldiers come home and blow up when they hear people complaining at the mall about a dress that doesn’t fit or the fucking barista misspelling their name on a cup of coffee, but that’s why we’re fighting. So someone’s misspelled name is the worst part of their fucking day. I didn’t want to come home and be mad about it.”

Her breath hitched, and in one smooth move, she placed her hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. At first he stood still, unable to register what was happening. But her lips warmed his and brought movement to his body. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her right up against his chest. Their lips parted, and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. He loved her assertiveness—he didn’t have to guess what she wanted. But then he tensed. She might discover his gun.

He broke off the kiss and said, “That wasn’t a line. It’s really how I feel.”

She smiled and said, “I know. Was I overly appreciative of your philosophy?” She drew her hands off his neck and tried to step back, but he held her fast.

“No, I just don’t want you to think I’m full of shit.” His face burned when he spoke. He didn’t know why it was so important what she thought of him. He hadn’t been considering her as a girlfriend; at least he didn’t think he had.

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Veteran Hearts: New Cover for the 4th!

It’s Free Friday and I went the extra mile to put a new cover on Veteran Hearts:

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I’ve also done something I wanted to do with the original release but I ran out of time; I’ve put fractals at the beginning of each chapter.

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Fractals are essentially never ending patterns. I would like to be known as the first romance author to have them in her book. I know, super geeky 🙂 But the main character in Veteran Hearts is a geek and loves an event in Albuquerque called Fractal Fridays.

She’s also hot to have sex with the hunky vet she’s in a book club with. Enjoy the excerpt and then download the book for FREE from All Romance. The new version is there exclusively. I won’t be uploading it to other vendors for awhile.

She walked back to her spacious closet and pulled out her most non-geeky, most frivolous, most expensive purchase ever: a pair of black stiletto Louboutin shoes. She’d bought the black apron with the crimson sash knowing it would be a perfect match to the black bow in the back of the shoes along with the trademark red soles. She’d never worn them anywhere but her house.

She sat on her bed, slipped them on and buckled the thin straps around her ankles. After walking back and forth in front of her bed to get used to the thin heels, she stepped over to the full-length mirror in the corner of her room and took a deep breath.

Followed by a sigh of relief. The black contrasted well with her pale skin. The top of the apron curved into the V of her breasts, appearing tasteful rather than slutty. She turned to see her bare back. Her ass wasn’t sculpted like an actress, but it wasn’t flabby either. In fact, it looked pretty good. The shoes did their job making her butt and breasts look their best—she’d finally feel like she’d gotten her money’s worth from the purchase if Kyle reacted as she hoped.

She turned to face herself again. A necklace would be perfect, but she didn’t own a lot of jewelry.
The doorbell rang. Another deep breath. She could do this. She gave herself a shy smile and walked away from the mirror.

Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor and to the front door. The scent of red chili and cheese filled her house. “Who is it?” she called.

“Kyle.”

She couldn’t tell from his voice if he was nervous or not. It hadn’t been loud, but he was never loud. She paused with her hand on the doorknob. She could do this. She could be vulnerable for him. She couldn’t think of any other man she’d wear an apron and nothing else for, but Kyle was everything she wanted in a man.

She turned the knob and swung the door open.

Kyle’s dark brown eyes widened. His jaw dropped. He stood with a bouquet of fall colored flowers and dusky roses. She thought he’d drop that too.

Her heartbeat sped up. His reaction was just what she’d hoped for.

There was no breeze, but the air was cold enough to harden her nipples beneath the apron. She noticed his eyes paused at her breasts as he kept looking her up and down.

“Come in,” she said with a grin. “I just need to take dinner out of the oven.”

She spun around on one of her spiked heels, thankful she hadn’t fallen yet and strutted towards the living room, which led back to the kitchen. After a moment, she worried that he wasn’t going to come in after all, but then the door slammed.

Fast footsteps told her he was coming right to her. The bouquet of flowers flew over the back of the couch and onto the cushions right before strong arms encircled her waist. He brushed his lips against her ear as he spoke. “I’m afraid dinner’s gonna burn.”

Shifting Into Love First Gear: The Cowboy

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Chase’s truck rumbled over the dirt road leaving his land. Dust billowed behind him making everything in the rearview mirror hazy with the red glow of his taillights. The week spent driving corn to the grain elevators had him beat, but the need for human contact drove him out of his empty house. Continue reading